In addition to a magic crystal, Rabid Dog Kaplan left us with a few other things. His fur had been stripped by the strings—except for a crappy ranger, a logically deranged orator, and our elven companion was a terrible tanner—and his skinning process was bloodier than the battle we had just had, and the skinning knife was heavier than an axe in his hands, and he had almost torn the dogskins off Capland's body piece by piece with both hands, and when he had finally stripped the rabid dog naked, I couldn't believe that the pile in his hand that was more tattered than a rag was once a sheet of animal leather as smooth and pliable as satin. At this moment, I almost felt a little sympathy for the dead dog—no matter what tyrannical things it had done in its lifetime, it was too cruel to accept such retribution after death.

I don't believe in the of "elves are a race that loves nature and animals" anymore.

And, most of all I can't figure out, just after this heinous and ugly job, the most clumsy cobbler I've ever seen, was upgraded?!

As I picked up my own loot, I thought of the claw marks and tooth marks that Capland had left on my sturdy shield—the beast's minions were naturally sharp and hard enough to overshadow most swords made of stainless steel. Its two longest teeth were four inches long, and they curved in a fierce arc, and the sharp tips of the teeth just looked like they made me feel a tingling pain. These were two natural murder weapons, and it took me a lot of effort to get them out of the mouth of the rabid dog.

During the tooth extraction, I was surprised to discover that the blood coming out of the mouth of Capland was not the usual bright red, but some dark green viscous liquid with a foul smell. I thought it was a little strange, so I asked Niu Million for an empty bottle of the potion he had dispensed and filled it with a little dog blood.

After doing all this, we dragged our exhausted bodies towards Campunavia in the twilight.

……

"Oh, it's great that you killed these fangy brutes, they've been getting me in a lot of trouble lately, and my wife has been wanting a dogskin mattress...... Anyway, thank you for your contribution to the policing of the city, take it, it's your deserved reward. ”

This was the first time I had met Mr. Gerald, the sheriff, though he was supposed to be—or "was" to be—my boss. He obviously didn't have much of an impression of the gate guards under his command, so he didn't react to me in any particular way.

Mr. Gerald was a middle-aged man with little energy, and his body was fat, his nose was rosacea, and he had a large bald patch on his head. If he took off his city defense officer's uniform and put on an ordinary person's clothes, I'm afraid I would think he was an ordinary citizen like a butcher shop owner. He took the three wild dog skins from my hand and the cow million, and put the reward for the task in our hands. The reward for this quest was supposed to be five silver coins, but I got twenty-five more copper than the cow million—the result of my human "philistine" nature. At the same time, we also gained 800 soul powers, which shows that slaughter is not the only way for souls to grow.

After completing this simple formality, Mr. Gerald sat down at his large desk, frowning as he continued to flip through the thick stack of papers. He was undoubtedly troubled by something difficult at the moment, and needed some strong help, for whatever we said to him at this time, he would reply in despair, "I have some troubles to solve, but you are clearly not strong enough." ”

Walking out of the sheriff's office, Niu Million stretched:

"It's too late, I have to go to bed, or I'm afraid I'll be late tomorrow."

"It's time for me to rest......" Xian Ge Yayi's spirit was also troubled, "...... Will you come again tomorrow? ”

"I think so, it's about ...... time," Niu Million asked me, "...... What about you, Jeff? ”

"Me?" I don't know how to answer his question. There are always some incomprehensible exchanges between space-dwellers, who seem to have a completely different concept of time and space than we do. I know that two of my friends have also treated me as a space-wader—what they call "players." It's not their fault, after all, restless natives like me with a sense of freedom are all too rare. When I was with them, I almost had a false sense of who I was, and I felt like I was a space-wader.

After a moment's hesitation, I finally didn't emphasize how different I was from them. I had a strange premonition that they wouldn't understand where I came from, and they wouldn't understand my life. If I tell them what happened to me, they will treat me as an anomaly, and they will laugh at me and alienate me for it. I didn't want to lose the two friends I had just met, and I didn't want to be treated like a monster.

"I'll always be here......" I forced a smile and muttered to them, "...... I don't have anywhere else to go anyway. ”

Listening to my answer, Xian Ge Yayi let out a long sigh: "It seems that you are not very old. It's good to be young, you have a lot of time to waste, and you don't have to run around for life......"

Young? Perhaps, for the long-lived race of elves, an adult human is about the same age as a child. However, it seems to me that the Elven Ranger's words have a completely different meaning.

"Add a friend, and keep in touch in the future." Niu Million proposed. He pulled out his magic diary and took a picture of it at my chords. String Song Yayi did the same.

I just learned that the Magic Diary had this kind of use, so I tried it. The name of the Niu Million Chord Song Yayi immediately appeared on the "Social" page, and the handwriting shone with golden light.

"Alright, I'll go to bed, see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

After speaking, the bodies of the two of them suddenly became blurred, like a puff of smoke, gradually thinning and transparent, until they disappeared completely. At this point, the magic diary in my hand had not yet been closed, and I happened to see their names change from glittering gold to gray - which must mean that the two space-waders no longer exist in this plane.

It also shows how strange the habits of the Skywaders are: it is perfectly possible to sleep in a cheap inn for the night—though it seems to me that this is completely unnecessary, because in my lifetime there seems to be no such thing as "sleeping", I simply "know" what it means, and theoretically know how it "should" proceed, as with so many other inexplicable knowledge in my mind - and the Skywaers must get out of here, Only by going to another space-time plane can this simple physiological activity be completed. Perhaps among the countless planes in the cosmic firmament, there is one that is dedicated to the sleep of these time travelers.

In my opinion, it's all about taking off your pants and farting - redundant.

Well, my only two friends have left my world for a while to sleep in another quiet place. I'm left alone, and I should go now...... Belch...... Go......

Damn, I suddenly discovered a serious problem: from the very beginning when I was free from the fate of the gate guards and free to move, I had been spending my time hunting adventures with my friends. My actions always seem to be aimed at their goals, and my choices have always been dominated by their suggestions and wishes. It seems that there is no such thing as a decision that is truly "me" for me.

And before it all began, in that brief moment of solitude when I was free, and I hadn't met a million cows, I was doing exactly that......

…… It's thinking about what you should do......

Legend has it that behind each of them, there is a deity who accompanies him in his old age. These gods carry a leather whip called yu wang, and drive people to march and die on the path of their destiny. This invisible whip goes straight to the soul of people, making people thirst and pursuit, so that everyone knows what he wants and how to get it.

I looked back behind me. It was the gate of the sheriff's office, and it was dark and gloomy in the gate, and the god of fate that belonged to me was not there.

That's where my problem lies. I seemed to be an empty person, with no goals, no direction, no pursuits of my own. I'm from a strange and different background. On the road of my life, there is no one to walk with. I didn't know where to go, but I couldn't get back to where I started. My life is awkward and lonely, and I always need to find my way under the orders and advice of others.

So what do I do now? Is it to continue the tiresome hunting and slaughter, to aimlessly increase the level of my soul? Or do you stand still in a daze until my two companions come back and follow their wishes?

I stood in the corner in solitude, taking off my backpack and rummaging around in boredom. Suddenly, my hand touched a strange thing that was Xiaoice cold and cold, and when I took it out, it was a bottle of green liquid.

I remembered that it was a vial of blood I had taken from Poiró's corpse during the division of his body. When I found out that the beast's blood was not the red color that is commonly seen, I thought it was strange and took some. Speaking of which, it seems like the first time I've felt something "weird" and wanted to find out.

A pack of wild dogs that suddenly appeared and harassed the city, a beast leader who suddenly mutated into a monster, and a vial of green blood all seemed to have some special meaning, pointing to a suspicious outcome. I love the feeling, and despite the confusion, it makes me have something in my head to think about, and it's better than empty and lonely.

I figured it should be shown to the sheriff, after all, this unusual vial of blood had been taken from the head of the dingo, and the city was being infested by a pack of wild dogs.

I re-entered the sheriff's office and came to him:

"Sir, I have something to report to you......"

"I've got some trouble to work out, but you're clearly not strong enough." As I expected, Mr. Gerald continued to repeat his troubles with a dejected head.

Without saying anything more, I took out the bottle with the green dog's blood and put it in front of him.

My guess was correct, and the venerable sheriff was immediately refreshed when he saw the bottle. He picked up the bottle and looked at it, then pulled out the cap and sniffed it gently:

"Where did you get this?" His face changed slightly, and he asked me.

"It's the blood of the head of the wild dogs outside the city, and I think it's unusual and should be reported to you." I replied.

He frowned, "It's a lot like something I've seen, but I can't be sure." You'd better show it to Held, the pharmacist in town, whose pharmacy is just behind the trade area, and you shouldn't have a hard time finding him. ”

With that, he immediately returned to sorting through the thick stack of papers, and thinking about the predicament that had troubled him.

I quickly found the pharmacist Elder - in fact, I've been to his pharmacy more than once. Every time we went back to the city to replenish supplies, Niu Million would always have to pay a stall in front of his pharmacy to sell small doses of life potions at a price slightly lower than his.

Elder the pharmacist didn't seem to be offended by our commercial competition. When I had explained this, the gray-haired old man only whispered, "Oh, this troublesome sheriff again, who has troubled me more than once, and never pays. Maybe I should give him a bill for the tests, so that he doesn't spend all his money on treating his own failures. ”

He put the green dog's blood in a clear crystal vessel, handed me the empty bottle, and said to me, "To figure out what this is, I need a blood analyzer." Lucky for you, I just ordered one the other day, and you'll have to go to Alchemist Edgewell to get it back for me. ”

The alchemist Edgwell lives in a deserted corner of the city, and it didn't take much trouble for me to find it. In fact, no one could mistake this place, for this house seemed to be the only one in the city where it seemed to be alone, empty all around, and the nearest house was fifty paces away. This is unimaginable in the city of Campunavia, where land is at a premium and land is expensive.

On the way, I also stopped by to visit the warrior trainer in the city, and further improved my longsword fighting skills, upgrading the skills of "straight stab" and "slash" to level 2, and also learned a new combat skill "Slam", which can suppress the opponent with huge force and paralyze the opponent's defensive arm, thereby reducing his attack speed.

I think in comparison, these trainers teach simple and basic combat techniques. Although we use it all the time, we don't get the same obvious effect in battle as the skills we have learned.

Walking into Edgewell's house, I felt as if it had just been hit by an earthquake or a hurricane. The missing bookshelves lay on the floor, and the broken desk was half in the doorway and half in the staircase. The floor is littered with all sorts of miscellaneous items, and everyday items that everyone has in the house are displayed in an unusual way, such as rotten and greasy leaves, cracked bottles, cracked saucers, and pans without a bottom. And in addition to this, there are many expensive and rare and rare precious items...... Examples include marble statues with smashed heads, large paintings with half burnt sides, gowns studded with gold threads and precious stones missing a sleeve and half a hem, or heavy hardcover books that have been soaked in water and eaten by rats.

I trudged through the hall and finally reached the top of the stairs. On the wall at the top of the staircase, a red firelight flickered, casting a thin shadow onto the wall, followed by a frenzied and piercing laughter. As the only human in this house, I have reason to believe that this figure is the target of my trip, the alchemist Edgwell of Campunavia.

I was just about to step upstairs when suddenly there was a loud bang from upstairs, and the flames burst out, and some fragments of utensils flew out of the staircase with a roar, and slammed into the wall, shattering, startling me.

When everything calmed down, I dared to go upstairs. Standing at the top of the staircase, I saw that the originally spacious space was filled with all kinds of strange instruments, making it difficult to turn around. I'm not quite sure what these things can be called "instruments", they are all so broken that some of them are even cobbled together from scrap, and if they weren't here, I'm afraid most people would have put them in the category of "garbage".

A tall, thin figure stood in the middle of the pile of garbage, and in front of him was a mess of stone platforms. The stone platform was piled with various debris, and a twisted metal frame stood on the platform in a posture of extreme pain, and a layer of black smoke was still emitting from it, reminding me of the violent explosion just now. On the second-floor wall, two large piercing holes hung from it, replacing the windows in their original role—the result of a strong blast.

I now understand why this house is so isolated in the middle of nowhere—I guess no one is brave enough to be friendly with such a dangerous neighbor who could blow up his house at any moment.

As I was stunned, the figure turned to me. His face was blackened, his hair curled, his clothes ragged, and he opened his mouth to exhale a thick cloud of black smoke.

"Don't worry...... he smiled, revealing two rows of snow-white teeth on his face blackened by the explosion, creating a strong contrast.

“…… It was just a small accident. ”